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Wednesday, 26 December 2012

WordPress Daily Prompt: Gimme

Was there a special gift or toy you wanted as a child, but never received? What was it?

Patsy was so excited. She could hardly
sleep. Christmas was in two weeks and today she could visit Father Christmas
and tell him what she wanted for Christmas. Mum and dad told her that Father
Christmas always did what he could to fulfil all the childrens’ wishes all over
the world, but she could only have one wish.

“Mum, what shall I wear?”

“It’s cold outside, so wrap up nice and warm.”

“But Father Christmas lives in a grotto in the big shop in the city. He only
has a red jacket. I have never seen him wear a long winter coat.”

Patsy’s mum had to dig into her psychological clever answer brain to answer
Patsy’s questions. She was always inquisitive, although only six years old.

“Father Christmas does not need a Winter coat Patsy, he lives at the North Pole
and is used to the cold.”

“I thought there were no humans at the North Pole.”

This conversation was becoming complicated even for Patsy’s mother.

“Of course there are no humans at the North Pole, but Father Christmas is
something special. He lives in his special grotto under the ice most of the
year, getting the Christmas presents ready for the children. No-one sees him.
He only comes out of the ice in December where he collects his reindeers and
mounts his sledge.”

“Aha, but how does he get the sledge into the big shop in the High Street. I
have never seen a chimney there where he can arrive.?

“It’s all magic Patsy. One of Father Christmas’s secrets.”

“Oh, I see. Help me into my coat mum, can we go?”

and Patsy was out of the front door with her mother running after her.

“Slow down Patsy, Father Christmas is there until this evening when the shop
shuts.”

Patsy’s mother took her hand and they walked along the road to the underground
station which took them to the centre of the city. Patsy just loved this time
of the year. Decorations were hanging across the road, sparkling gold and
silver.

“Look mum, the Christmas gnomes have put stars across the street”. She was so
excited and then she saw the entrance to the Christmas grotto where Santa was
living. Patsy was just a little bit disappointed.

“Mum do we have to pay to see him?”

Another difficult question: “Of course dear, Santa has to buy food for his
reindeer and he needs money for that.”

“But I thought we always put out a bowl of milk and leave some biscuits for the
reindeer when they visit us at home.”

“Yes Patsy, but there is still two weeks until Christmas, and the reindeer need
food before they visit.”

“What are all those other children doing here? I thought Santa was just going
to see me today.”

“That wouldn’t be a good idea. Santa just does not have the time to spare
seeing only one of the children. He has to make sure that no-one is left out.
Otherwise it would not be fare.”

and Patsy gripped onto her mother’s hand and waited patiently until the other
children had told Father Christmas their wishes. It was now Patsy’s turn.

“Mum, can I take my coat off, it is warm here, and I cannot sit comfortable on
Santa’s knee otherwise?” She gave her coat to her mother and walked up to
Santa.

“Ho, ho, ho” said a booming male voice from somewhere behind a bushy white
beard, its synthetIc wisps reflecting the light of the colourful lights
surrounding his throne.

“Hello Santa, where am I supposed to sit?”

“On my knee of course, little girl.”

“But my mum said I shouldn’t get close to strange men.”

Father Christmas looked across to Patsy’s mother, who was holding the Winter
coat and had a worried expression on her face.

“Patsy it is OK. Santa is not a stranger, all the children know him.”

“Ho, ho, ho, of course. Now come and sit comfortably.”

“Santa, you smell like my dad. Do you smoke as well, my dad smokes and smells
sort of cigaretty.”

“You are inquisitive little girl. Now let us not worry about things like
cigarettes. You are here to answer a very important question. So tell me what
would you like me to bring you for Christmas.

“Santa. I live with my mum and dad and sometimes it can be a bit boring at home
on my own. So I thought it would be a good idea for me to have a baby brother.
When he grows up we can play together.”

“Oh, well let’s see” answered Santa, throwing a long glance at Patsy’s mother,
who was still holding the Winter coat in front of her. Not only Santa looked at
her mother, but all the other parents waiting in the queue decided to see if it
was just a wish, or perhaps reality. Patsy’s mother dropped the coat suddenly,
more out of shock than anything else.

There was a silence for a few minutes, and Santa’s face seemed to turn red
under his beard.

Then he spoke to Patsy. “How about a nice doll for Christmas. I am sure you
would love a doll with beautiful golden locks.”

Patsy turned her head and looked into Santa’s eyes and said in a nice clear
loud voice “but I want a baby brother”.

“Now that is a big present little girl. I am afraid you will have to wait. I am
sure when you visit next Christmas, your mum will be holding a baby brother in
her arms, instead of your Winter coat. “

He looked across at Patsy’s mother and gave a sly smile.

“So time to go Patsy” she said and dragged her daughter out of the Christmas
grotto.

“What do you think mum, will I get my baby brother next Christmas.?”

Patsy and her mother travelled home in silence. Patsy looking forward to next
Christmas visiting Sant in his grotto with a brother in a pram, and her mother with mixed feelings. Yes, she
would have to have an intensive conversation with her husband in the evening.
Decisions will have to be made.

sitting here with a little smile on my face at this story ...... sad that mom and santa did not make a plan to fulfill your wish, but am sure there were reasons ........... hugs you.

I always wanted a Wendy HOuse, a nice play house for me to steal away to , just for me and my books and toys and writings. So tiresome to have to share with younger sister, who stuck her nose in all my stuff ...... *sigh*

About Me

Grew up in the East End of London, which means I am a cockney. After a commercial course at school and working around the city of London as shorthand-typist, I moved over to Switzerland and worked 2 years in an import export company in Zürich. Moved on to work for Robert Bosch in Solothurn and met Mr. Swiss. 2 children later and many years I am still in Switzerland. In the meanwhile worked for 30 years for a Swiss machine tool company as export clerk, am bilingual (english/German(Swiss German), speak French, Italian, Russian. Am now retired and enjoying my hobbies, photography, writingm Tai Chi and looking after 3 cats that decided to move in with me.